Derion
I leaned against the door frame and watched Eriana get dressed again for the third time this morning. I could smell the heat rising through her body again and I wanted nothing more than to put that fire out for her again. I knew she wanted to go help people, but this heat isn’t going to allow her to get much done. My mom always told me the first day of the first heat cycle is always the worst.
She groaned in frustration as she fought with her jeans. She mumbled a string of curses as she tried to fight the growing need between her thighs. I walked up behind her and ran my hands up and down her arms, hoping it would help even if only a little bit.
“This is f*****g bullshit, Derion,” she groaned as she leaned back on my chest.
“I know, Sunshine. I’m sorry,” I slid my hand
